Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Make Up,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.